Old apples

Love tore my limbs apart
And I chuckled till my voice box started to crack
Cracking and I’m still cackling
Cackling and I’m still mourning
Losing you was hard, man.
I’d dash a little salt on my brain if I could,
I would never be the loin for his fruit
Dissolve my memories and let me melt…
You watched me rot and let it be.

One day you will hurt like me.
One day.


  1. miguelalex888 · · Reply

    I love how it sort of breaks down to simpler language at the end, and it only adds to the strength of the whole thing!

    1. Thank you so much 🙂

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